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Somehow, you've stumbled across this blog. It is a place where I post my writings: original poetry, fiction, and nonfiction; and the occasional stab at fanfiction. The original premise was to kind of...retire finished works here, but I seem to be putting up partial, unfinished, and ongoing stuff here too.That being said, I should probably plug some disclaimers in here. In the case of fan works, I

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...but I misplaced it. Really. I have no clue where it went.I feel awful for neglecting this space, but frankly, I haven't been writing much of late. Between the stress of preparing to move and malware infections from the depths of the internet hells and life in general, I've kind of had all the creative goodness sucked out of me. Admittedly, a fair portion of my creativeness has been taking a

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I was in a car the other day, going from my grandparents' house to my mom's. And suddenly, I really started to notice the shapes of the trees. Weather-wise, there's no snow obscuring the branches and trunks, but it's still early enough that there aren't any leaves either. It's been rainy the last couple days, too, and the contrast between the wet, black bark and the grey of the sky blew me away.

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I've been reading a lot of other peoples' blogs lately, and I have to say, this foray has resonated with me. Specifically, I've been dipping into the wealth of blogs written by working artists. (And by working artists, I mean both A. artists who work really hard most of the time at their crafts, and B. artists who then make money off of said art...but mostly I mean type A.)Even though I am, by

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I feel pretty exhausted, truth be told. I managed to get myself started on another (potentially) fanfic-o-doom, this time for Saiyuki. This past weekend was hectic, because I was editing Entropy and drafting the as-yet-unnamed fic...at the same time. The new fic was hammering hard, demanding to be written, and yet I had promised myself that I would get another Entropy chapter ready for posting. I

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I know, it's been ages since I've written anything here. That's because...well...there are a number of reasons, chief of which is that I've been focusing almost exclusively on retooling Entropy and setting up a page with AFF. (You can find that page here, though it is only, I repeat, only going to house my fanfiction, and there's precious little of that right now.)As for Entropy, I'm going to be

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It's been ages since I've had a real update here, hasn't it? I humbly offer a rough draft of a poem, written tonight as I enjoyed a piece of pie.----Fork CountryMy people don't hold much truck with spoons.Spoons have their places, namely stirring coffee in the cupassuming it's not consumed black.This is fork country:For all that the places are set with spoons,They go back, unused, to the

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Here's the deal. I've temporarily down-ranked the Entropy index. I'm doing this partly because I don't want any crossover traffic to be getting confused about what's what with Entropy. I'm going through and revising things in order to post them elsewhere, and I don't want people to think that what they've read of it here is the be-all-end-all. It's not. The story is constantly evolving, changing,

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I have been really busy over the past few days. Really, really busy...like working eight or nine hours every day writing and editing. What is it I am working toward? I suppose I'm preparing to transfer my fanfics (what few there are) over to a designated account (with another host) just for fanfics. I'm looking at a timeline of a few weeks to complete this process.As I prepare for the move, I'm

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Holy moley. A whole year? Really? I've finally come back around to fixing the flagrantly bad chapter one of the dread fic Entropy.Reccomended reading before going forward: The PrologueEnjoy!Chapter 1---Kakashi waited outside the Hokage's office. He knew exactly why he was here, but that didn't stop his stomach from churning unpleasantly. He had doubts and misgivings about all this. Could he

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I have re-worked chapter one of the dread fic Entropy! I'm going to take a break before I give it a quick look over, but I'm fairly pleased at how I was able to streamline it and make it slightly less boringly expositional.Expect it to be posted later this evening.~Later

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Remember when I said, back whenever it was, that I was going to have to write all-new material for chapter thirteen of Entropy? And remember how I said more recently that that chapter was going to be a boring montage-ish chapter? Well, I've made a fool of myself. I have a chapter thirteen now, and it is not a montage. It also covers a fraction of what I was intending to cover, which means I need

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I am consumed with these sorts of thoughts lately...---The cat bashes his tail against my shins. He is convinced this will make me feed him treats. He fluffs his tail up, whips it back and forth, and thwacks it insistently on my legs. If he were a tom, he’d probably spray with excitement as I finally reach for the pouch of treats. As it is, he looks ridiculous with his tail vibrating and snaking.

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It was suggested to me by a friend attempting to catch up on the fanfic o' doom that I ought to make a story index. Considering that roughly one post in five on here is a chapter, I agree. It's a pain in the butt to sift through the other things.Therefore! I give to you the snazzy chapter index, seen below.I shall endeavor to keep it current as I put up new material.Important Editing Note: As I

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...but you already know that old chestnut.Here's another old chestnut: I have not been posting lately. I am incredibly remiss and derelict in my self-proposed writing goals, and I feel pretty awful about it. I feel hopeless and helpless, which is never a good combination.I've been grinding away at the same poem for almost a week now. Looking at it swamps me with misery, which is half the problem

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I know, I've been missing for a couple days. I've been severely lacking in motivation to do anything constructive...in fact, I've done a pretty good job avoiding the things I want to accomplish.Today, though, I have a small piece of a freewrite. This isn't the whole thing, but I'm really struggling to process how I feel about the part I'm not posting. I'll probably have to write more of it before

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Quick freewrite. I've been thinking about this all day.---Mass HysteriaIt happened like this:Once upon a time, there was a planet, occupied by men and women. The men did manly things, like shooting guns and playing sports and earning money, which they brought home to their wives, who did womanly things like have babies and cook dinner and knit wooly socks. This system worked rather well for the

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I confess that physical weakness has been a stumbling block to my plans for today. I don't have a brand new spanking freewrite to share. I don't have a poem, either, and I doubt you want to read either of the anatomically-involved short lists I made today.I was going to share a bit of fanfic, but I then realized that would involve drafting a disclaimer, and I had no idea who the original creator

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For some reason, I seem to write about names a lot. Here's a short snippet entirely devoted to it.---Prudence Chastity Maheux, age seventeen, was counting down the time until her eighteenth birthday, when she would legally be allowed to change her name. She didn’t know what her parents had been thinking, naming her that. Maybe her mom had still been high on painkillers when she put that

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So, for today's freewrite, a regurgitation of the dream I had whilst napping away the early evening hours.----I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and ended up smack in the middle of an alien invasion. I had been shopping in an antiques mall, hundreds of booths and corridors and staircases that looped around in a dizzying display of merchandise. I was stopped by an elderly gentleman who

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I'm doing daily freewrites again. Just a reminder, these tend to be word vomit with terrible grammar, structural, and continuity problems. The following is no exception.---I was waiting for Jessica in the Krogers parking lot. It was the middle of a particularly nasty February Wednesday and the wind howled and clawed at the car. I looked at the dashboard clock. Eleven thirty. I’d been sitting in

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Apologies for the non-writing over this week. I've been stricken ill by some terrible plague and have, honestly, been shivering in a recliner all day every day while watching movies and waiting to die.To celebrate the possibility that I may be recovering, I give you porn. Gay porn. Well, okay. It's not particularly explicit: I've seen pg-13 movies with naughtier sex. But I'm hoping you, the

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I'm kind of too sick to concentrate and write. (Hell, I've been watching movies all day because reading books was too difficult.)In the spirit of illness, I bring for your reading pleasure a poem from my past.---A Winter SonnetIn wintertime we stay inside and drinkour herbal teas in hopes that we might notsuccumb to colds and flus. We make a stinkwhen illness first appears as drippy snot. We

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This is a quickie. I may come back to it later.----Ethel had a crush on the weatherman. That is to say, she was enamored of his sharply handsome looks and the way he cheerfully reeled off more information on cloud formations and low pressure systems and general temperature and dew point fluctuations than the average news watching person could ever use. There had also been a special report one

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Someday, this might turn into song lyrics.---It was a long time ago, best of friendsPlaying make-believe and believingNothing would ever end. But you moved awayto a different place and I couldn’t follow you.High school, still in our small townPlaygrounds long gone, leaves fallen on the ground.On to college, the memory of you surrounding meAdrift in the air, I think of summers when we played.Your

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I may have to come back to this.----The Crown Prince of Halidon was searching for a bride, and all the eligible princesses in the land came to call upon the Halidon royal family. The prince was very handsome; he had hair as dark and shining as the wings of a raven, and lively, bright grey eyes, and dimples that showed whenever he flashed his dazzling smile. He was fair-skinned, tall, and strong

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Boy, it's been a while since I've done this. Forgive the choppiness, please. I'm still fairly scattered from the holiday extravaganza this past week.This week's book is “Follow my Leader” by James B. Garfield.Follow my Leader is the tale of young Jimmy Carter--not to be confused with the former US president--who is a rather ordinary eleven-year-old. He enjoys a good game of baseball played among

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...I'm not sure where this came from. It's kind of insane.---They say the town of Kilcastle--current population 2301--was saved by a pair of groundhogs in the days of its founding. The story goes like this:Back when the settlers were sweeping west in a grand motion to conquer all they saw, they moved into a nice, grassy valley with a river, called the Little Grass Snake, running on its western

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I wish I could rightfully blame this on drunkenness, but the truth is I've been mulling this one over for a while. Rated L for a bit of language...but mostly it's just kind of funny.---"Freeballin'" (to the tune of "Free Falling" by Tom Petty.)It’s a hard life, living on my own,Doing all the chores momma used to do.Maybe someday I’ll be good at cleaning,But ‘til then I may be screwed.I did

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Ugh. This is what I get for reading fanfics and being hungry at the same time.----The reverse of the skin caught on her tongue, rough as it slid down her throat. The fragrance in her nose was delicate and floral and warm and sweet. Juice dripped down her chin and she chased it with a finger. The flesh was tender, falling apart in mellow slickness as soon as she touched her teeth to it. She worked

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The fruits of my labors!---While bending over to heft a ten pound bag of sugar into her grocery cart, Sarah had a wardrobe malfunction. Her beautiful, wonderful, perfect right breast squeezed out of her bra and out of the top of her shirt. She dropped the sugar and it exploded over the floor.“Oh shit,” she said.She blushed terribly as she tried, frantically, to stuff herself back into her shirt

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I'm not putting the whole free-write up here. Suffice it to say that I'm feeling down again.---I’m pretending she doesn’t existeven though everything I do reminds me.Missing people leaveRagged holes in the fabric of our space and timeSeen only at night when between the stars growsWider and darker than we remember.The abrupt leavings that tear through usLeave our united fronts asunder.I hated her

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...this whole thing makes me think. Maybe I'll try for a different story tomorrow?---Eventually, the unicorn was placed in a laboratory, where an international group of scientists puzzled over it. They marveled over its perfect preservation and were shocked to find that, despite its being frozen for untold eons, no cellular decay had occurred: its cells were neither blemished by time nor burst

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Apologies! I was out of town for a couple days and was somewhere with no computer/internet access. But I have a little freewrite for today, so that's something. I may do more on this same topic...---On the last day of Stephen St. Gradie’s fifth Arctic expedition, his findings vaulted him from obscurity to worldwide fame. Had he found nothing on his dig, he would have retired and gone down as an

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...This quickie comes from me being really, really tired and dragging all day.---At first, Deliah was sure it was her imagination. The days were all the same; that’s how a person could tell time, because time did not change and days were the same length each time, twenty-four hours in a day and all that.But then things got a little strange. Deliah passed it off as a dying battery when her watch’s

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I've been busy today. I almost forgot to A. do a freewrite and B. post it. I'm very, very tired now.----Magwyn climbed the stairs. The treads cracked like gunshots each time she put a foot down, wood and ice and cold all under the frozen sky. It was a stupid idea, whoever had decided that the middle of January was the best time to dismantle the tower’s indoor staircase. These outside ones were

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Sometimes I cannot adequately convey my frustrations. Also, this poem is in rough shape. It may not be done. I can't rightly tell yet.---Invisible lesbiansCome from invisible islesHave invisible namesForgettable haircuts, paper coffee cupsSedate sedans and understated smiles.They’re there at the corner of your eye:If you look for them in the street.But face them straight on and they disappearAway

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What with shoveling all the snow yesterday dumped on my stairs, I was worried I would be too tired to do a free-write. I should have known better.-----Fifty pound dog kibble sack: empty.Army surplus backpack: full of this and that.Bud Light can: forty but now twenty after a long sit downIn the downtown Laundromat,waiting for clean clothes in out of the cold.Two feet of snow dropped yesterday and

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This was, more or less, a dream I had last night. I wrote it down this morning, fleshing it out and doing things like naming the characters from it and cleaning up some of the nonsensical weirdness. I have no idea how much sense it makes to an outside reader, but it's a pretty clear scene to me.----Joan was sitting in the second row of the classroom. Unfortunately, this gave her the perfect view

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I admit it's a bit word-vomit-y, but that's kind of the point of free-writes. I half-heartedly apologize for the following abuse of the semicolon. I was tempted to go get a sweater when I wrote this.----Snowflakes spitting down from a grey-crowded sky; the sun is blotted out moment to moment, here light there dark; and the icicles feed and grow slowly then faster as the sun disappears; a finger

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It's been a while since I've posted on here, hasn't it? I can't believe it's been nearly six weeks! I'm trying not to feel that I've been neglectful or derelict. While it is true I haven't done much work on Entropy, I have been starting other projects. I haven't put anything up here because I have nothing to share yet. I haven't made much headway into anything, and I certainly don't have anything

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Late it is, but chapter twelve is also done! Enjoy!Chapter Twelve---------Instead of reading while on the living room futon, as he usually did on Thursday afternoons, Kakashi was using his book as cover for planning a visit to the memorial. He had to figure out what to do with Sasuke. He could just abandon him to the tender mercies of the ANBU squad, but, frankly, it was an unattractive option.

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Okay, so I'm entering the ninth month of (increasingly sporadic) work on Entropy. That's a really long time. I'm still grappling with the same basic issues that have been there from the start. I confess I'm working at a much less frantic pace, which is probably good for the overall growth of the story but bad for my work ethic. I still don't have all the discipline I want, but I'm getting

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I have a new story for you to read. It is a Naruto fanfic, though I could make very minor changes and it could stand on its own. (In fact, I'm considering doing that, but instead of making it into an original, I want to see how it works out with different characters from other fandoms. It's a fiction experiment!)After some serious thought, I'm shaking things up a little in how I'm allowing people

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I realize I've been quiet on here lately. I promise I've been writing and not slacking off, though. As proof, I offer this list which may or may not be full of hot air and lies.In the works:*Chapter 12 of Entropy*an unrelated K/S oneshot (which is close to having a finished rough draft! Yay!)*A random and vague start of a Supernatural oneshot*Some original science fiction-y stuffSee? Four entire

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Maybe it's just the fact that I'm so tired, but I've just had a bit of a light bulb regarding fiction and me. (We'll see if it still make sense in the morning.)The thought I had is this: I have a lot of trouble coming up with motivation for completely original characters. In the case of fanfiction, a lot of the back-story that drives a character has already been created. For me, writing

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Yes, at some point in the near future, this will become relevant to the present story. I wish I'd put it up sooner...but it kind of didn't exist too long ago. Regardless, I hope you enjoy!Prologue-------It had taken Sasuke nine years to get this far. Nine years of hating and growing and training. Nine years to shape himself, nine years of failure and doubt and killing off everything in himself

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Remember a while back when I mentioned a possible prologue? Well, I've come to the conclusion that is is integral to the overall plot of Entropy. I've been editing it, and I expect to post it tomorrow after a final once-over. (Truthfully, it's more or less my favorite part of the story to date, despite writing it way after everything else.)The content of chapter twelve has to be changed radically

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Well, okay. It's probably not completely finished, but it's a heck of a lot better and I feel somewhat confident in its lack of suckitude. If I do any more on it, I'm going to get confused and start taking out the good parts.Chapter 11------Even though the house wasn’t very big, Kakashi and Sasuke still rattled around for a few weeks, tried to find places for things and for themselves. They each

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I'm chalking this one up as a particularly sloppy character exercise. I have no interest at all in continuing it. It's a snapshot of two unhappy people, Paul and Tina. This is vaguely based on some eavesdropping I did over the weekend, but mostly I made it up. I am not convinced Tina is the right name for the female lead, but I can't think of anything else right now. I'll probably come back later

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Okay, I really have no good excuses. I've been completely side-tracked from pretty much every creative project I have going, including writing. I've lost my motivation over the past few weeks. I'm consumed by the internal things that, on occasion, drive me to write. I'm not in the figurative driver's seat as much as I want--and need--to be in order to move forward. I have done precious little

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Alas! It is hiatus time again! I'm going on a great adventure and am not likely to have the time/energy to update.Not that I'm going to be gone very long, but there is significantly less chance that I'll be getting anything done, writing-wise.Maybe when I come back I'll have something to post? (Don't hold your breath.)Later!

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I'm working on chapter eleven right now (right now being defined as "not precisely this second but off and on since last night.") I seem to recall, somewhere, offering to put up a play-list of songs I listen to while working on this story. So here it is. For the most part, these are fairly low-key, depressing sorts of songs. I can't help it if I see angst everywhere for these two characters,

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Okay. It's been, more or less, a month since I've posted here. I have accomplished diddly in the meantime. I have plenty of excuses, none of which really hold water. It all boils down to me not feeling well, not feeling up to much of anything. For me, personally, the summer is a bad time of year. I feel drained of everything good and anything creative.I don't feel the same urgency to write as I

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Okay. I can't remember what I may or may not have promised about chapter eleven, time-wise. I'm discovering that it needs a lot of work, way more work than most of the chapters I've edited so far. Unfortunately, it is one of those chapters that needs a lot of boring expository narrative to be consumed by interesting scenes with dialogue. It also needs, I think, to be split into two chapters. It's

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It's poetry time! I only hope the formatting publishes correctly. Read it aloud, slowly, for the best reading. Enjoy!---------Every year I askwhy    why    whyA bee droning byA nectarless flowerSeven yearsbzzz    bzzz    bzzzunflagging painfrom the un-healed woundStill I askwhy him?    why me?    why any of us?questions without answersthe bitter stinging never stopsThe bee keeps flyingbzzz    

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Tada! I am back from hiatus with a nicely edited chapter ten. I think I've done the most editing on this chapter out of all the stuff I've posted so far. (I really didn't think this one was going to take so much, either.) I don't know if it's just because I had so much time to work on it or what. I took perverse pleasure in printing out copies and doing the work in busy public places. Anyway,

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Indeed, I have not had time to write since I last posted. I am flat-out with personal life stuff...like my internet being jiggered starting tomorrow. I won't be back for a while, but I will be back.I solemnly vow to post chapter ten when I return.Later!

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I did a teensy bit of cleaning up chapter nine because, to my chagrin, I found a couple little nasty spots. I want to go back and re-work the last couple paragraphs too. They seemed rushed to me, but that could be an unfortunate product of skimming for errors. I didn't slow down while reading.As always, I find myself in a quandary. I have some misgivings, some doubts about chapter ten's opening.

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Here it is! I am reasonably satisfied with it, so I'm posting it now, before I go to bed. If I waited until tomorrow, I might get too distracted and forget to post.I did indeed end up splitting the original chapter nine into chapter nine and chapter ten. I'm really glad I did, too, because it grew by almost a page again by the time I finished.Enjoy!Chapter 9----------It was the first week of

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No, this isn't the full chapter. Yes, I have been working on it. I've made quite a bit of progress, actually, but that progress is all pointing in the direction of (like chapter whatever-it-was) having to split the chapter in half.With my current editing/additions, it is creeping over the four-page mark, and I still haven't gotten to a reasonable stopping point. I am about halfway through the

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So, I know I mentioned the time-line I was making. I want to say that, having added the major events of my story to it, it works out absolutely perfect. The characters ended up being the ages I wanted them to be, through some miracle of calendar mathematics. (Part of why I made the timeline in the first place was because I had almost no clue as to how old they would be by the time the events of

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Chapter nine is coming. It's just coming slower than I had anticipated. I've ended up doing a lot more background research than I had planned for. There were questions I had that I just couldn't put to rest without finding out the answers.I had to backtrack to find out about Kakashi's apartment in both canon and what I had written...and I have had to do some reconciliation on that count. (That

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Back when I started writing Entropy, I would back up the files periodically and note down various statistics, including word count. When I came to the point where I said "Okay, this is the rough draft. I'm going to start editing." I had sixteen thousand words and change, all in a single document file.Since then, I've made separate files for the chapters and I've done a lot of editing. I've taken

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First off, I apologize for leaving a few spacing errors in chapter eight. There are some extra large blank spaces between a few of the paragraphs that should not be there...and probably some spots where there should be more space. (I use two blank lines for scene breaks, and only one for regular spacing between paragraphs.) I'm going to go back and fix that shortly.Now, on to chapter nine's stuff

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Here it is!Chapter 8--------A half mile out from the Forest of Death, Kakashi and Sasuke were building a house and getting nowhere fast. With the Hokage’s approval to build and experienced architects and contractors looking over their plans--to make sure the house wouldn’t fall down around their ears--they themselves were responsible for making everything else happen. Sasuke’s paranoia, pride

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I've gotten chapter eight to a nice stopping point. I like it when I can kind of make chapters be self-contained. Not to say that I'm making a story arc and connecting a bunch of one-shots together. These are definitely chapters in the same, continuous story. I just like that this one didn't have a protracted beginning that lapped over terribly from chapter seven and a sloppy connect to chapter

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Well! Entropy is currently about halfway to its intended destination of its main characters getting it on. With that in mind, I'm considering the pros and cons of filtering for adult content. Pros include, obviously, not getting sued by enraged persons stumbling across my blog and avoiding the possibility of Google shutting me down for what could be construed as breaking the rules.When I first

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It just occurred to me that Entropy (aka the fic o' doom) is the first time I've seriously tried to write a non-original, fandom-based piece in ten years. That's a freaking long time. (Truthfully, in that ten years, I wrote exactly three paragraphs of a fic for Weiss Kreuz that I never finished. It's still on my hard drive somewhere, I'm sure.)And now, being so absorbed in something so fictional-

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After less struggling than normal, I give to you chapter seven! I hope you enjoy it! (Strangely, I had fun making some extra use of the semi colon in this chapter. I think I used more adverbs and other modifiers than usual, too, which could be bad.)Chapter 7-----Kakashi strode up to the Konoha main gates. He checked in with the on-duty chuunin. They waved him on and Kakashi nodded; it was as

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Chapter seven is coming along pretty swimmingly. I hope to have it up either this afternoon or a little later this evening, after dinnertime. I've successfully caught it up from chapter six's cliffhanger. I just have to edit it now. I'm finding myself liking chapter seven a lot, which is making me reluctant to make major changes. This could be good or bad. I can't tell if I happen to like this

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As you might notice, I've been tweaking the layout to provide more space (read: width) for the place where the posts go.How's it looking? I've checked it in Firefox and IE and it looks okay to me. (Granted, my computer runs Windows XP at that something-by-1024 pixels resolution.)If you're reading this post via email digest, I'd suggest going to look at the actual blog. I am going on the

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I'm appalled at how many backward single quotation marks are getting by me when I look over pieces that I've written (both for here and not here.)Let me explain. Apparently, my word processor has a "smart quotes" feature, meaning that quotation marks on the left of the words are supposed to face right, and the ones on the right face left, whether they're apostrophes [ ' ] or doubles. [ " ] This

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Whew! I'm tired now! I apologize for all the delays I've had lately. I also apologize in advance for the lame cliffhanger. (Man, I hope I didn't miss some craptacular error just because I wanted to put this thing up now, before bed, instead of tomorrow.)Anyway, enjoy!Chapter 6----When the message came from the Hokage, Kakashi couldn’t believe it. He looked at the paper several times, just to be

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Okay. Chapter six is kind of sort of out of control. To begin with, it was the umbrella for several smaller-but-necessary scenes that were made entirely of dry summary-type narrative. I've been fleshing out the boring parts and it's gotten long enough that I've had to split chapter six into two separate chapters now (which means I've had to re-number the tentative chapters I'd already numbered.)

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...I accomplished squat over this "weekend" away. Apparently, one of my key editing processes is to read every line aloud a lot. This is just too weird to do with someone else around, even if that someone is my fairly deaf mom. (Maybe even especially then?) I was too weirded out to even really look at chapter six. I can't imagine the mortification I'd feel if I were hammering out a sex scene! (

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I took a look at chapter six, and I'm dismayed at how much work it is going to need. What I had originally written in for it isn't going to mesh well with what I've rewritten for the story so far. Not only am I going to have to redo a bunch of stuff, but I'm probably going to end up cutting parts out entirely and putting new things in instead.Also, I'm making the (kind of) tough choice to rework

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I'm really glad I waited until today to post this! I was so tired by the time I finished editing last night...if I'd posted then, this chapter would still have a lot of errors and rough spots. (Plus, it would have been really short and it would have had a nonsensical segue into chapter six.)Happy reading!Chapter 5----Both men looked horrible when they sat for breakfast. Sasuke stared into his cup

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It is incredibly hard to concentrate on editing when some contractor guy is on the roof scraping and thwacking and hammering and stomping ALL DAY.Nonetheless, it is my goal to have made a full edit of chapter five by bedtime. If it is a good edit and I am satisfied, I will post it. If not, expect it sometime tomorrow.Later!

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So I was planning on doing chapter five today. It was too warm today. I wandered around feeling supremely sleepy all day, until I fell asleep halfway through the five o'clock news. I got up again at seven--sleeping in the living room was not relaxing; random noises kept waking me up. And then, instead of working on the chapter, I did the dishes and made excuses about not having any decent food...

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I must have been sleep-deprived or on crack or something when I made my chapter breaks. As of this moment, chapter five is a single page long. The question is: do I lengthen it? Do I re-break chapter six and tack its beginning onto chapter five's end? Should I leave it be and just edit?Breaking up one huge long piece into smaller, more manageable chunks is hard. I'm having some trouble grouping

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I've worked and reworked this chapter. (Like hours and hours of work...about eight, I think.) I'm still not completely happy with it, but it's got a lot of differences--and hopefully improvements!--from the first draft.Enjoy!Chapter 4------Kakashi was not surprised that Sasuke displayed the same lack of finesse he always had. Sasuke must have been more bothered than he’d estimated for him to

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Crappity crap crap crap. Chapter four has the first little smidgen of ninja fighting action, and I'm finding it incredibly difficult to work with, even though I already have it written. (I mean seriously, it's a single paragraph before it cuts to after the fight.)Action scenes are definitely not my strong point. And besides which, the focus of this story isn't mission-oriented. Well. Okay. It is,

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Well. After several days of weather-induced horrible swelling and whatnot, my hands are fit for typing again! (It was pathetic. I couldn't hold onto a glass of water, let alone a pencil/poke keys on the keyboard.) At least, I'm ready for a little typing. It's still raining and I can feel the pain creeping up again. I'll be brief.Romance novel: is still in the works. I'm naming characters and

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...It takes me longer to edit the chapters than it did to write them in the first place. I worked through dinner; I'd better post this and get something to eat!As always, enjoy.Chapter 3-----------There were never any realtors in Konoha to begin with, and the classified ads in the paper were laughable. There are too many secrets in a secret village to promote a healthy, truth-based advertising

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I've done it! I've made a complete initial plot for my very first romance novel. (Seriously. It's three solid pages of plot-plot-plot.)Believe it or not, I've been thinking of writing romance for a while now. Today I ironed out plot details. Now I just need a title... I'm thinking, maybe "Cherish the One" or "To Have and to Hold" or something classically cheesy like that. It's a pirate-ravishment

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At long last! The fabled chapter two is here! (In case you've already gotten ahold of chapter two, I'm happy to say that this is a new, edited and altogether snazzier version of what you may have read.) Happy reading!--Chapter Two--Sasuke was a dangerous houseguest. He was infinitely twitchy, hair-triggered, and temperamental. He set random traps in the house. Some of them were sensible, like

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...I wonder if there's anyone out there who's up for crossing Good Omens with WALL-E.(No, seriously. I can see awesome potential for celestial and infernal influence and behind-the-scenes tinkering.)I'm a big fat liar. No chapter two right now...but I am writing more. ^_^

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...is not going to be posted until sometime tomorrow, if I'm lucky.Apologies for the hiatus! I had food poisoning. Again. For an entire week. (That's seriously like the second full week of food poisoning I've had in the past month.)I'm busily catching up on everything I had to put aside in favor of being sick...chores, errands, and writing too! For some reason I can't concentrate on writing if my

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It's been two weeks since I've posted on here. In those two weeks I've done almost nothing of writing significance. I've scribbled down a few ideas here and there, but I've made zero progress on any project.(Honestly the most I've produced was an incomplete set of lyrics and a blasphemous fake chain letter.)I know I keep taunting everyone with the prospect of reading material...and I'm finally

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I've broken down the fanfic o'doom into fourteen approximate chapters. I'm sitting here, staring at chapter one. I realize now that I have no clue where to begin as far as editing goes. Well, that's kind of a lie. I know where to start, especially with chapter one.Chapter one gets the reader up to speed as far as my divergence from canon, which means it is, unfortunately, long-winded and rambly;

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Someone mentioned to me recently that the "follow" feature wasn't working correctly. Therefore, I took the liberty of hooking the followers into the email system. Hopefully now, every time I make a post on here, you all will get an email! *Testing, testing, 1,2,3.*(If you don't want this potentially irritating method of notification, let me know and I'll take you off the list. ^_^ )

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At last, the two parts of the story have merged and become one humongous file on my computer! It took me a little more than a paragraph to join them... like three paragraphs and a conversation, hahaha, but they're together now, and that's what counts. (Probably when I go back through it'll get even longer. I feel a little rushed, but I'm so glad I have only one giant document instead of flipping

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This is just a little blurb from the recent past. It comes from the exciting random ideas pile. I didn't get past more than a page or two, plus a vague outline of plot. However, it has...potential for awesome! ^_^ It has no title to speak of. I have done no editing, save spellcheck and exchanging some instances of pronouns for the character's name.(Really, I'm just putting it up because it's kind

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So this evening I took a good hard look at the fanfic of doom. I haven't written in it in weeks. (I keep a master word-processor file and do all my official typing in there. I have done some notebook writing for this fic in the meantime, but it hasn't gone into the computer yet.)I discovered, to my delight, that the distance of a few weeks has really made a difference. Sure, it's still sloppy and

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After writing every day for an entire month, I took a week off to let the story percolate and have "writing-optional" time. I don't feel so compelled to write, which is nice because the story is no longer consuming my life. (I want to emphasize that I have not actually stopped working on it.)I've been gathering ideas--and my wits--to continue working on the doomish story of doominess. It turns

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My brains have been pretty much taken over by the epic story of epic-ness. I've been working for about a month now on this piece, and it's a fanwork. (I just had a Freudian typo, calling the piece a wanker.)Anyway, despite all my brains being focused on this story, I find myself kind of struggling to continue with it. It's not an issue of plot. I know what's going to happen, and more or less when

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I actually finished this last spring. It's 2700-ish words long, and took an interminable amount of time to do. I'm still not completely happy with it, but it is finished regardless. I'm not going to keep going back to it; it's time to let it go and move on.--Repair Man Wanted-- A woman used to live down the street from me. She was, I don’t know, some sort of mechanic or electrician. Linda.

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A shiny new blog for a shiny new era...But seriously. I need the new blog to help me separate my for-profit/for-fun writing from my personal angst and turmoil that I spew all over my other online writing places. Thus, the Repository is born.A repository is a place to store or archive things. This is excellent. I need a central place so I don't end up with eight different copies of the same piece.

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